Check the Vibe - Dred Scott, Adriana Evans

Yeah.

check it out.

check it out.

Check my vibe, I check that vibe

I check my vibe, I check that vibe

I check my vibe, I check that vibe

I check my vibe, I check that vibe

(Sometimes, I don’t know if I’m here.

Sometimes, I don’t know if I’m there.

Sometimes, I look and see the sadness in your eyes

Sometimes, I don’t know if I care.)

Check my vibe, I check that vibe

I check my vibe, I check that vibe

I check my vibe, I check that vibe

I check my vibe, I check that vibe

I check my vibe, I check that vibe

I check my vibe, I check that vibe

I check my vibe, I check it out, check it out

Check it out, check it out, check it out, check it

Wakin up the mind, wakin up the soul

Sunshine from the brother, let’s take a stroll

A jeep goes boom, a mother holds an infant

I hear some buckshots goin off in the distance

I see the visions of my brothers no longer here

I hold back a tear, wind whispers in my ear

The kids in the middle of the street I see 'em playin catch

Make it from the one cause the socks don’t match

But with the ancestor both the young kings are blessed

A man and a woman leave the church overdressed

Far from the Lord, close to the Benz

My mother hit the lotto now she got a lot of friends

A young girl starin in the car to the right

I smile back, taken by my own sense of sight

The cops drive by to do some more good deeds

and a young black male spits the sunflower seeds in the air

(Sometimes, I don’t know if I feel.

Sometimes, I don’t know if I’m real.

Sometimes, I look and see the sunlight in the sky

Sometimes, I don’t know if I care.)

Check my vibe, I check that vibe

I check my vibe, I check that vibe

I check my vibe, I check that vibe

I check my vibe, I check that vibe

I check my vibe, I check that vibe

I check my vibe, I check that vibe

I check my vibe, I check that vibe

Check it out, check it out, check it out, check it

Tests of the strength as the young mack stare

A black queen is judged by the length of her hair

Self-hate grows and it flows like a flood

The light-skinned black’s lovin the slavermaster’s blood

To be grown up is what the young girl want

See the childhood is short like the life of a blunt

Fertilize your egg cause he whispered in your ear

But you won’t have his kid cause he got nappy hair

To the game I’m true like the sun first rose

I’m real like my man Michael Jackson’s first nose

Wind blows let the tiny baby take the first step

but at the same time the old man takes a last breath from the air

(Sometimes, I don’t know if I’m here.

Sometimes, I don’t know if I’m there.

Sometimes, I don’t know if I feel.

Sometimes, I don’t know if I’m real.

Sometimes, I look and see the sunlight in the sky

Sometimes, I look and there’s a sadness in your eye

Sometimes, I look and ask myself I wonder why

Sometimes, I don’t know why.

Sometimes, I don’t know)